“These cleared through our vault processing department in West Hartford,” Brenda said, laying the papers on the counter.

I turned to the first check, dated September ninth, written for forty-one thousand dollars.

The signature on the bottom right line wasn’t Grant’s tight, rushed scrawl.

The blue ink showed the careful, formal slanting loops of Margaret Holloway’s handwriting.

I took out my phone and took clear pictures of the signature line next to my official copy of the court subpoena.

“Are there any signature authority cards attached to this commercial file?” I asked.